The Universalist. [volume] (Chicago [Ill.]) 1884-1897, 1887-09-17
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eth round about them that fear him,
and delivereth them he shall give
his angels charge over thee to keep
thee in all thy ways. The Lord of
hosts is with thee, the God of Jacob is
thy refuge "
And the heart of Job was lifted up
In praise, and through the sob of his
woe there came forth alleluias unto the
Lord. Yea, he magnifed his God and
praised him with many psalms "Bless
the Lord, 0 my soul and all that is
within me bless his holy name. He
healeth the broken in heart, and bind
eth up their wounds; he is the God
which fed me all my life long unto this
day; the angel which redeemed me
froma evil. know that my Redeemer
liveth, and that my loved ones are
standing before him, glad in his light
and beautiful in his holiness Praise
the Lord !"
And it came to pass that Jobs three
comforters = Huxley the Moleculite,
Stuart the Millite, and Tyndall the Sad
gathered together their inaug-
ural addresses at the British Associa-
ton, their lectures at the School of
Mines and the Royal Institution, their
dissertations upon the ballot and the
higher education of woman, and re-
turned with them to their several places.
And it came to pass as they journeyed
that they came near to beautiful
stream, spanned by suspension bridge,
nigh unto which there nestled the
matched cottage of ranger in the
woods.
"That," said Stuart the Millite,
"seems to be an ideal house, though so
simple and unpretending. How clean
the place is and sweet looking, and how
these tangled flowers on the front
brighten it and give it quite jeweled
appearance and beautiful peep of
the river must be caught from that
western window"
And it came to pass, as they drew
near to the house, that the ranger in
the woods leaned himself against an
aged tree, and seemed as if he did so in
heaviness of heart. And it was even
so, for, lifting up his eyes and seeing
three men bearing many books, he said
unto them:
"Be We learned men who can tell
what to do when we are dizzy and sense
less ?''
perhaps, indeed, we can help you a
little" said Huxley the Moleculite;
''at any rate we are quite willing to
try"
''Come with me, then, and see what
is in the house. 1 lost her mother but
a twelyemonth since, and now she's
slipping away"
But Huxley the Moleculite, and Stu
art the Millite, and Tyndall the Saddu-
Gee shrank from the man and in re-
membrance of the sufferer they had
left, they dared not to speak of the
sympathy of science.
but mayhap you will pray with the
child, and not pass by her on the other
side. In such books as yours there
must be something for broken hearts
like mine. 1t is but step or two to
the girls bedside. Come ~
''It would be but wasted time, my
friend, said Stuart the Millite, ''for we
have no power over the laws of nature"
''But cannot you speak comfortably
to the child, for she says the river is
very cold, and, bless her, her feet are
very young ?"
"You are not so very near the river,
my friend" said Stuart the Millite.
Whereupon the man turned away and
answered with great sob.
And it came to pass, as the leaders
of science had gotten away to the height
of distant hill, that they laid down
their books and rested awhile. And
presently Tyndall the Sadducee opened
his mouth and said: 1--WE have been
out of our depth to-day, and, perhaps, we
have no business along this road at ALL
These books of ours are invaluable in
their places, and very likely they are in
dispensable to the higher education of
the world but there are two men along
this road, who, somehow, need some
thing that we have not got to give them.
1t is no use concealing the fact, or max
ing it look less important than it is. 1
wish great poet would arise who could
sing these woes to sleep and charm us
out of our ill fortunes.
And it came to pass that the Lord
turned the captivity of Job and made
him glad with new joy yea, he crushed
for him the finest grapes, and gave him
wine with his own hand; and upon his
wheat fields and orchards he sent the
benediction of sun and shower until
their abundance returned and was null
tiplied. And Job rebuilt his altar, and
bowed down before God with all rever-
ence and love, and sang the praise of
the Most High with loud voice, and
made joyful noise unto the Rock of
his salvation. And in the day Of his
prosperity Job sent for the books of
Huxley the Moleculite, John Stuart
the Millite, and Tyndall the Sadducee,
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